Wenren Du'Er let out a soft "oh," her eyes narrowing into beautiful little crescents. "I knew Daddy was the best."
She was overjoyed, clearly thinking that Yang Hui would rather spend a few thousand yuan than let her record be tarnished.
Girls are emotional creatures, even at such a young age. Yang Hui didn't respond, skillfully turning the car right and arriving at Haitang Garden.
Feng Yan's home was here. When entering the complex, they had to register as visitors. The guard only granted them entry after calling the resident to confirm. The property management here was quite responsible, and the complex itself was well-maintained. It could be considered an upper-middle-class community in Qingzhou, though it certainly couldn't compare to Wenjing Yunlu.
The little girl went up and rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened. Since the guard had already called ahead to confirm their arrival, the people inside knew it was Wenren Du'Er's parent.
